Page 113 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

“Grab it,” I tell him, noticing how he closes his fingers around the invisible bond. “And now tug at it a bit so that Henry can find it, too.”

He does, and Henry’s body jolts a bit in surprise. “I found it, too.”

“I want you to grip it, too,” I tell him. “Keep it in your hands and take it with you. Now, I want you to look for the bond that binds you to your lycans.”

“I found it,” Henry says after a while. “I don’t know how I know it’s Arlo. I just know it’s him.”

“I found it too,” Anthony says with less enthusiasm.

“Keep the tie that binds the both of you together tightly in your hands,” I instruct them.

They both nod.

“Anthony, I want you to imagine a place, a beautiful place where you feel at peace. Something that soothes your soul. It’s calling out to you, I know it.”

“This is so weird,” he mutters.

“Can you hear it?” I ask him. “The wind, the rustling of leaves… can you smell it?”

“Yes.”

“Cling to the memory,” I tell them. “Are the both of you still holding your twin bond?”

They both nod.

“Keep it,” I instruct. “And now tug at the bond to your lycans with full force!”

They both do so at the same time, their bodies jolting in shock and their eyes flying open. I use this moment to allow Regis to come forward, uniting my spirit with him, before I allow my mind to enter the place the twins just created.

“What happened!?” Henry gasps, looking around in shock. We are in the midst of an idyllic meadow.

“I know this place.” Anthony frowns. “Mom and Dad took us here when we were small for a picnic. It’s my earliest memory.”

“You created this place in your mind,” I told him. “And brought Henry to it.”

“But… is this real?” Henry gasps.

“It is real, just as real as your bodies that are still sitting in our meditation room,” I explain. “Anthony subconsciously chose this place and brought us here.”

“You and Aunt Flora are…” Henry shakes his head. “This is incredible. You are so strong, Uncle Elden. How can you do all that?”

“That’s not what we are going to answer today,” I tell him softly, gesturing towards the nearby forest.

Henry follows my hand, his eyes widening. “Goddess!”

A huge lycan appears in front of us. His fur is a dark shade of brown without any spot of color, but despite his strong appearance, his eyes carry something gentle.

“Arlo!?” Henry blurts out.

Right behind Arlo is another lycan, a bit smaller but with a very rare shiny and silky fur, chocolate-brown, with white paws and a white snout.

Anthony looks at him. “Lysander,” he says.

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Lysander

*ANTHONY*

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